Call to arms – the summer campaign against Ankor Mortis

Mud splattered on all sides as the messenger gave a harsh tug on the reins, bringing his horse to an abrupt halt. The black stallion neighed loudly and threw back his head to express his protest. But the rider hardly seemed to notice. In a frantic movement, he leaped down from the dark horse’s back, on which sweat shone in white flakes, and headed toward the large tent that housed the Fortress Commandery.

“News of the Storm,” he explained quickly as a guardsman prepared to block his path. “For the Feste. For everyone!” The messenger pushed his cloak aside, exposing the Feste’s messenger pennant. The guardsman nodded. “Urgent?” he asked, more out of curiosity than duty. “Yes,” the messenger confirmed. “The summer campaign, it is imminent.” The man’s gaze wandered to the Commandery. There was something urgent in it. “Then I won’t stop you,” grumbled the guardsman. “And I’ll know the contents soon enough, anyway.” He stepped aside and saluted.

“For the Fortress.” “For Diversity!”, the messenger shouted.
Then he disappeared into the tent.

Letter in German (PDF)

Letter in English (PDF)

Letter in French (PDF)